Chords for Trigger Finger

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_ _ _ _ I ain't looking back nigga, I'm a douchebag to these pussy ass niggas
Hammer in my jaws but I nail yo bitch, blunts like fingers, I'm about to [Ab] make a fist
Everybody die gone bury me alive, rap like by the horns, put the bullshit aside
Like Clifford, like the moon in the sky, I'm at the gas station adding fuel to the fire
Life ain't shit but bitches and money, I pass that weed like I studied
Bury me in fire and watch me phoenix, highway to heaven, I'm taking the scenic
[Abm] You tied to the track, [Dbm] I'ma train the thoughts, and controlling my thoughts just like taming sharks
And these hoes wanna kick it with me, I'm a [Ab] sensei, and I got fat pockets, you niggas in shape
Tools on deck, tattoos on neck, life is a bitch, I'll make her your ex
Better turn to God before I turn to Godzilla, how the fuck you gon' talk shit that diarrhea [Abm] motherfuckers don't
I'm just rubbing them wrong, put a bug in my ear, but not in my phone
I have a broke motherfucker running your home, before I crumb in the bone and poop
Running your dome _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ [E] Empty stomach, full of clit, I'm gone get it, gone get it _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching
[Ab] _ _
_ _ _ I don't [Dbm] like to dream about getting paid, you ain't gonna hurt nobody like getting [Ab] played
Ain't nothing sweet, but the code ain't nickel, eyes hella red like chlorine
I was getting that pussy, I was getting that money, long hair don't count, hacksaw, Jim Duggan
Too high to take a breath, too high to take a step, [Abm] two rights don't make a wrong, three rights make a left
The cops on my dick, the feds on my nerves, I walk it like I talk it, got legs on my words
The shim suck dick, I don't give a that dick, got the world in my hands, I'm a dribble that bitch
Money is the issue, full cold pressure, I like my blunt, muddy professor
I'm a straight rider with a getaway driver, hit you dead on the money, now you dead on the rival
I don't fuck with these niggas, too old for new friends, but never too rich for [Abm] new money
These niggas buying haterade by the 12 pack, like two stomachs, I'm laced [Ab] up like two shoes, Miss Goody
Keep that ratchet nigga, trigger finger itching I scratch you nigga, blow your fucking brains out in traffic nigga
Got green New Orleans St.
Patrick nigga, one bitch in the whip, run on the phone
The one on the phone is in front of your home, she bout to run in your home and put
Put in your door, put in [G] your door, put in your door, put in your door, put in your door, put in your door, put in your door
_ _ _ [E] Empty stomach, full cleft, I'm gone get it, gone get it _ _ _ _
_ _ _ My trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching, my trigger finger itching, my trigger [Abm] finger itching, my trigger finger itching
Rest _ in peace to the [Ab] gang, cause I'm fresh to death
Rest in peace to the gang, tell them kill they self
Make your death wish, cause I'm too fresh, cause I'm fresh to death, cause I'm fresh to death
You go broke trying to get fresh like this
Rest in peace to the gang, cause I killed it
_ [E] I'm fresh to death, _ I'm fresh to death
What you talking, I came out of coffin
_ _ _ I just can't see myself, living in a house of mirrors
I bought me a double, cause I went from rags to riches
And these niggas nag like bitches, acting like little fags like Richard
And all of my bitches be bad as vision, you got a problem I can fix it like a mathematician
I am unision, call me ammo for short, drug fish shirt, camo to shorts
Your girl is a freak, your man is a narc, put your son in your arm or poke
What are you doing, [F] what are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing, what are you doing